~Pablo Neruda
Friday, October 28, 2011
How, or When, or From Where.
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
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